Irina Spalko Novels & Stories

"Okay, Linda. Let him in." As on the cue, my office door opened. Mr. Sy entered and approached my direction with a smirk on his face. "You don't tell me that your girl is a low class. What a slap to my daughter’s face. Clark Clarkson chose a low-profile girl than my unica hija who has it all." "Be mindful of your words, Mr. Sy. The one who you are talking about is my life," I countered and gritted my teeth.

she said "But I'm not, I want to get rid of this child, I'm not ready to be a mother and there's no way I'll give birth to the child of my captor" Amira said "My lady, with all due respect speak no more. You will be just the perfect mother for this innocent child. Do not punish the child for the sins of the father, besides your wedding is just by the corner" Selina preached

’ Julie asked sometime before supper, ‘What do you think of doing a spa day tomorrow? ‘Oooh,’ Darcie gushed, ‘that would be SO amazing, let’s’. Ruth and I nodded at this. ‘Ok, I need to go in for a bit so I’ll stop by the spa and book us in for tomorrow’ Julie stood and gathered her things. ‘I have to head in that direction too’ Lyosha declared, ‘I’ll walk with you.’ Sasha snorted and commented on his friend’s departure making the other Russians laugh. I saw Lyosha giving Sasha a warning glare as he walked away.

Her eyes told him that it wasn’t the time yet. “My daughter is here.” It was a statement. The Iolomb and the two Manna bowed even though the woman was still facing the glass wall. “Yes, Milady. Lady Irina is here. She is with her witch friend.” Said the Iolomb. Irina was unaffected by the Iolomb’s odd introduction of Lucas. She gave the creature a glance of smirk. Turning around and stepping down from the table, Irina’s mother smiled. “My daughter is a witch, of course she has a witch friend.”

"Shut the fuck up Linda. No one gives a flying shit about pumpkin fucking pie." "Okay. Looks like someone needs some nice distressing, calming yoga," I replied, getting out the car. "Come on." "Good evening, Ella," Katrine, the yoga teacher, said to me as we entered the hall. "Good evening, Leonardo," she added although through gritted teeth. Leo put on a fake almost sarcastic smile and I had to nudge him in the side with my elbow. "How old are you again?" I hissed in a hushed tone.

But the man who had burned his own soul to keep me safe. THE FATAL MISTAKE The sound came first, the muffled roar of an approaching motorcycle. Then the voice, cold as a blade: "You've made your last mistake, Alexander Reed." A woman emerged from the darkness like an extension of it. Black leather, military boots, the posture of a predator. Her motorcycle stopped ten meters away, engine still rumbling. When she took off her helmet, her face was an ice sculpture under the runway lights – Irina Volkov. "I thought you were smarter," she said, her voice emotionless. "Breaking the agreement? Confessing all of Mr. Pierce's secrets here? Out in the open?" Her eyes scanned the empty runway. "Foolish

Not here, not now—not in front of all these people. The silence stretched, and I could feel the walls closing in on me. “I didn’t betray you,” I whispered, but the words sounded weak, even to me. A sharp voice cut through the silence. “She’s lying,” Irina declared, stepping forward. Viktor’s grandmother was a force to be reckoned with, her gaze sharper than a blade. “She should be executed. There is no room for traitors in this family.” “Spokoyno, babushka,” (Calm down, grandmother) Nikolai interrupted, his tone firm but respectful.

Irina The lady who stood by the counter I approached stared at me in awkward silence, did I say something wrong? I said everything Daniel said I should say, so why was she staring at me like that. “Hi?” The woman said. “Yes hi. Hello, my name is Irina and I am 32 years old, I am three months pregnant.” I said again like I had recited. “Okay ma’am, I heard you the first time trust me, I am just flabbergasted by your approach.”

—Irina, I'm not understanding you. —It happens that yesterday I tried to communicate with you all day, we had a visit to the vineyard —she reminded him annoyed—You are my best friend and the only one, but I need if you are going to be with me in the preparations for my wedding, otherwise I will accept the help From Saul's sister, my sister-in-law would be delighted to participate in her brother's wedding. — Luciana closed her eyes upon hearing the hurt tone of her friend, she did not want to disappoint her, she had said it well, she was her best friend and her only one.

“Sorry that I didn’t tell you but I didn’t go to Hank’s wedding, at the last moment they said I don’t know the bride wanted a private wedding.” I said and she sat down on the couch staring at Lucas. With his tattoos and stature, he looked like a mafia lord, no one would ever believe he works for the CIA. “Yeah, not the thing I am confused about.” She says as she extends her hand, “I am Danika, you are?” “I am Lucas, I used to work with your boyfriend a few years ago.” He says, completely shifting the subject, also assuring her that if he knows Jake, then he is probably not bad news.